Burnout [mish/priv/Finished]

[Icarus]

He had become or considered himself quite savvy, adept, profoundly proficient at completing missions. Though he had his share of trouble he could actually feel with every fist flying, every sweat broken, and every drop of blood shed, that he was getting stronger and becoming a more adept ninja, able to become closer to the top, where he ideally wanted to see himself. He curled and uncurled his fists, bunching white then flooding with blood as he again stepped off a ferry, which at the time seemed to be a most unreasonable mode of transportation, kaze no kuni being a parched land one would think that their would be a lack of need for a boat, but their had to be of course water somewhere, or life itself would be in a harsh and a scarce state. Nonetheless the temperature was hot, fervid, dry, it sapped moisture from his throat till his innards were rendered to a texture akin to sawdust. At his side, his hands immediately and with great pleasure to do so retrieved a steel flask, one that he with well provided thought had refused to drink until he really needed to, if he was on a chase through barren sand he would most likely value the presence of water throughout the trek.

The ferry departed as he was left in a remote location, a last sited notice on his flier was what set him off to this location, it appeared that a sensor had actually been here not too long ago and had communicated through a summoned familiar with no doubt the gift of speed to bring a immediate message of alert that the criminal was not far, but he could go no longer. Higan had no doubt in his mind that the cause of the cease of pursuit had to do with a sudden expiration or full consumption of supplies, as most sunagakure ninja were used to the harsh tempest, the frigid cold of the night and the oppressive heat of the sun which were constant as the sky. The sensor had explicitly said that the man had not traveled to any of the southern towns and that east and west led only to desert valleys which could harbor no benefit to humans, so the only path that existed was north, to the border where the ground began to become firmer and more plant friendly. He began a mild pace forward, with the assumption that the opponent was being gingerly with how much strength he spent as he still had a ways to go and assumed also, and foolishly he might add that he had fooled the entire country and nobody was going to chase after him. The towns behind him faded, but were not beyond sight and certainly would be brought to clarity once he delved into the world of monochrome when he activated his byakugan, which would be a most useful tool to both search for the criminal and return to his point of origin all without getting lost in the odyssey that laid before him.

Catch the Criminal
Rank: C.
Shinobi Required: 1-4.
Mission Information: Fujioka, Kiyoshi. This is the name of a rogue Sunagakure no Sato genin who was caught trying to sneak into the Kazekage’s vault. No doubt he had plans to steal ryo or village secrets for malicious intent. It was recently reported that Kiyoshi escaped his cell at the Sunagakure prison. As the village gates are being guarded he has not been able to escape. A skilled shinobi or group of novices is required to capture the convict. Be on your guard, as he is a skilled Fuuton user. Bring him in.. dead or alive.
Special Information: Any difficulty setting is allowed, as you will be the one(s) playing out the criminal. However, you are expected to make it believable—no one is invincible. There is a chance that you may be injured.
Reward: 40 EXP & 500 Ryo.

[Icarus]

The minutes were ticking away surely as the sun was moving faster each time he peered up at the sky, would he ever truly find this opponent who seemed to attempt to bait him with false hope? He knew not but at the same time he took hope in his false information, he in turn had his own assumptions, his opponent was moving slower than him, and he had the element of surprise, a most deadly tool in a shinobi's hands especially when a thrust of his palm could mean the end of his opponent. He would assuredly be the angle of death as he swooped down like a predator upon his enemy, severing his ties with either life or consciousness with on deft movement of his hand, a chakra enhanced blast to the heart, the lungs, even the head. He had an arsenal at his hands which could selectively decimate his opponent in a single touch. He with these thoughts of his bloodline limit in his head activated his distinguishing omnipotent and omniscient eyes, the field of vision contorting into a sphere with but a fleck missing behind him, this spot simply shifting every time he bounced, only a master of senbon could elude him. And even then if he lacked the ability to turn, but then he had his hyuuga powers of ultimate defense, chakra turned to obliterating slicing spheres. The grains of sand lost their hue and turned to a gray scale pallor of sickly white, though this seemed at times more efficient he at the same time sometimes craved the ability of seeing multiple colors. But it was a trade off that favored highly in intense combat situations and seeing without colors that did not fit into gray, white, and black was not that big of a problem when the alternative could be considered to be death.

With telescopic prowess he extended his vision forward, zeroing in on the near and the far with clarity beyond imagination. Trying to do this without the byakugan would probably result in some sort of retinal hemmorage or a headache at the least, the veins that spread into his temples thickened, blood flow, chakra flow, and at the same time focus was garnered into his eyes almost doubled in amount. He searched with all the determination of a academy student on his graduation day test, he was not forced to, he wanted to find this man, seek him, punish him, for the sake of his country and heck his own damn wallet, this mission benefited all except the man he sought to take life from. His gaze surged forward, a small fleck, just the barest source of life and the chakra that it radiated was picked up on his ocular radar. He sprinted with alacrity forward, the object increasing in clarity, a robed figure with a coif, the cloak blue and with a fake kirigakure symbol on it, he saw it now, his target was in front of him, all he needed was now to come in for the kill.

[Icarus]

With telescopic prowess he extended his vision forward, zeroing in on the near and the far with clarity beyond imagination. Trying to do this without the byakugan would probably result in some sort of retinal hemmorage or a headache at the least, the veins that spread into his temples thickened, blood flow, chakra flow, and at the same time focus was garnered into his eyes almost doubled in amount. He searched with all the determination of a academy student on his graduation day test, he was not forced to, he wanted to find this man, seek him, punish him, for the sake of his country and heck his own damn wallet, this mission benefited all except the man he sought to take life from. His gaze surged forward, a small fleck, just the barest source of life and the chakra that it radiated was picked up on his ocular radar. He sprinted with alacrity forward, the object increasing in clarity, a robed figure with a coif, the cloak blue and with a fake kirigakure symbol on it, he saw it now, his target was in front of him, all he needed was now to come in for the kill.

Slithering through the sand, a ninja’s veil of silence around him, he severed the distance between him and his target, first simply a footstep, then a few meters, and in minutes he needed not to even gaze with his byakugan to make out his form with accuracy, nonetheless he didn’t doubt that carrying it out would require the aid that he currently employed to spy on him. He threw then and their a single shuriken, immediately rushing forward behind it, the sand sucking his footsteps, he considered the consequences of the footing and if it would significantly hinder his movement. He didn’t have to think about that at least not at this time, all he needed to do was analyze, with clarity hat his opponent could utilize to try and defeat, would he be a ninjutsu or taijutsu adept, or even a genjutsu master? He would find out soon, he would be well suited of course if it was futon as any clouds of sand that picked up would not block his sight in any way, he could see through lead if he needed to. He awaited now the first strike, to be his opponents to execute but for his to be first to counter.

[Icarus]

Slithering through the sand, a ninja’s veil of silence around him, he severed the distance between him and his target, first simply a footstep, then a few meters, and in minutes he needed not to even gaze with his byakugan to make out his form with accuracy, nonetheless he didn’t doubt that carrying it out would require the aid that he currently employed to spy on him. He threw then and their a single shuriken, immediately rushing forward behind it, the sand sucking his footsteps, he considered the consequences of the footing and if it would significantly hinder his movement. He didn’t have to think about that at least not at this time, all he needed to do was analyze, with clarity hat his opponent could utilize to try and defeat, would he be a ninjutsu or taijutsu adept, or even a genjutsu master? He would find out soon, he would be well suited of course if it was futon as any clouds of sand that picked up would not block his sight in any way, he could see through lead if he needed to. He awaited now the first strike, to be his opponents to execute but for his to be first to counter. Muscles bound taut and mind steeled, the immediate thrust of his palm after a side step would be his move or an immediate thrust if he did not move.

The man no doubt heard his pursuer as he drew in close to him, he shifted immediately about face. His face cloaked in a coif to protect him from the biting sands that so often picked up in the fierce hot wind that scorched the lungs everytime one inhaled. He immediately drew his hands up and punched into the hot basin of sand before him. The sand exploded in the air as a cavity formed and just as soon as it was created was quickly filled with the surrounding sand, entombing the space to an eternity once more without sight of the sun. His fists glowed a cobalt blue and he drew up a stance that seemed as if it were related to the martial arts. He charged forward with a punch that sent a blazing blue ball of fire from his fists, the ground before him melted into glass as he slid over it, his other hand still covered in what was now seeming to be enton flame, the most potent of flames. This would be a most troubling fight it seemed. Inches close now to the surprised pursuer the ruffian threw out a blazing punch, able to melt or crush a skeleton, whichever happened first.

[Icarus]

Fists of blue of his own, though lethal in a different way formed, as his battle stance changed into one to intercept an incoming strike not defend against it, the aspect of blocking lost some of its meaning when even a touch seemed to equate to horrific damage. He raised one of his hands high, the enemy luckily armed with only one blue gauntlet of flame, he knocked the arm aside with a slap of his jyuuken focused into his forearm, sending the blow off trajectory, he could feel the built up heat. The heat was obvious it was sweltering, it made his breath choke on itself from sheer lack of moisture in the air, he felt as if he were about to cough up a bag of rusty nails. His hair was slightly singed, even without the blow even scraping his body, this in itself was a cause for worry as he sought his chest with his other hand, aiming to cause him to stagger by pushing dangerous chakra straight into his lungs or heart if he could somehow reach that far. As soon as he struck he would use the momentum to push himself back, at the very least a few inches away from this oppressive heat that permeated his suna sun treated skin so easily. If he dodged or shoved his hand away with his free hand he would move in that direction, he had to stay away from these fiery fists or his corpse would show char wounds.

His arm had a stretching pain as his blow was intercepted, his deadly fist of fire narrowly being evaded by what a small what he assumed was a chakra explosion that occurred in the pit of his forearm, his flame wavered and extinguished, it was a technique he had to use immediately and would have to re-initiate, his trek had made him tired long ago, why could he not simply snuff out this man? A palm came to his chest, he knew not if this same eruption of chakra would explode in his chest and he would not seek the answer anytime soon, he brought his arm up taking the full blow and shrugging off the palm, he couldn’t feel any heat or sudden snap of pain so he assumed explosives were not in use. The suddenly his forearm felt as if its muscles were burning as if someone had inserted shrapnel into his arm and violently squeezed hit. He yelped and pulled back, foolishly at that as the traction behind him was close to zero with the glass he had just made. He put one hand back and swore, he would be unable to form seals and so he drew a kunai with his other hand, his only and now last defense before this pursuing ninja who had so easily thwarted him because of one foolish move.

[Icarus]

Higan gasped as fresh almost moist air was once again present, the air no longer supercharged with an offensive heat. His hand pushed away but with an unexpected bonus, he had knocked over his opponent, straight to a kneeling position and on the own glass that he made. It was an unexpected boon that had come across his way, he had put down a hand so that he would not fall immediately onto his back but he also expected no more ninjutsu and at the very least no more genjutsu. He feinted a diagonal slash downward with his hands and immediately drew his nodachi slashing across hip to shoulder, aiming to immediately eviscerate his opponent with but the slightest second. The man blocked with the kunai but changed the trajectory as it was knocked out of his hand, the blade biting into the neck of the man with a sickening blood splatter falling to the ground, slowly staining the glass. Higan stepped forward and fumbled through his cloak, retrieving a few mementos and his headband, proving his death. He now headed back, a long trek to sunagakure

[King]

- 45

[Icarus]

Thanks./exit